Jojo's P.O.V.
We tiptoed out of the kitchen like a couple of thieves. I covered my mouth to stifle a giggle when Raven stubbed his toe on the hallway bench and swore under his breath. Once inside the bathroom, I clicked the door shut behind us. The small space suddenly felt very full—of us, of tension, of something almost electric. The box was in my purse. Still sealed. Still unknown. I pulled it out with a shaky hand and placed it on the bathroom counter like it was made of glass.
And we both just… stared at it.
For a moment, neither of us said anything. We were locked in place, hovering between possibility and reality.
“It’s kind of terrifying,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah,” Raven replied, his hand brushing mine as it rested on the counter.
“Kind of exciting to
